It feels as if summer has arrived early in Paris.

We've been having pleasant temperatures in the mid twenties already and it's difficult to believe that we're only in april.

There's still no sign of 'Tit Monday' though ... which could feasably fall on a Tuesday or a Wednesday .. or a Thursday .. or a ... pffft

Mondays are always a drag after a weekend spent out and today was no exception what with invoicing, interviewing (complete with the old chestnut "are you married ...") and BoyIdiot mooning around.

Perhaps Boy Idiot's been turned down .... perhaps he's depressed ... perhaps he needs a b.j ...

I just dunno.

I told him that he should go on a blind speed dating thing in one of the local bars that organises things like that ( i should do one of those things mesel') .... his face was a picture as he made an *eek* noise and scuttled off to rearrange his orderly looking pile of files, all neatly arranged on his scupulously tidy desk.

Ho hum